Well, here it is after 11 a.m. and our little squirt is still asleep. Besides feedings, he's been out since 9 last night. Have Jerry and I been blessed with a baby who sleeps late? Hardly ...
Unfortunately, all this is a result of Wilder's two-month doctor's appointment on Wednesday, where he was tortured with four immunizations, two in each thigh. It was brutal for him and brutal for me to watch. And it's wiped him out this week, poor guy.
On the flip side, he's healthy as a horse, and about the size of one. Here's the stats from the doc visit:
Weight: 13 lbs., 9 oz. (90th percentile)
Height: 25 inches (above the 95th percentile, meaning he's probably on track to be tall like his Pop)
Head circumference: 41 cm (75th percentile ... big brain? We hope!)
He's also started sleeping through the night regularly. It's awesome, but a little weird not to have him waking up every few hours. I think both Jerry and I will cop to sneaking in his room in the middle of the night to make sure he's OK.
Anyway, in other news I return to work next week. I wasn't really ready, but it's looking like we've had a stroke of luck at the last minute. We had interviewed a nanny who we'd decided to go with. We were glad about her, meaning we wouldn't have to put Wilder in daycare quite yet. The only down side? She doesn't speak English, which left me wondering how I was going to explain things like the fact that we have an epilectic cat who might very well seize up while she's here. I can only pantomime so much before I look batsh*t insane, right? Acting out a seizing cat? I might have to pee myself, and that would be bad.
So the stroke of luck is that it looks like my good friend Brenda is going to be Wilder's nanny. She is AWESOME ... if the details work out, I couldn't be happier about this. Wilder gets a fun, funny and wonderful caretaker, I get peace of mind and my britches get to stay dry. Hurrah!
Better run. Posting more pictures soon ...
Love, k.
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